snow that didn't stay

2026 · 02

Snow on Sunday. The soft slow kind that hushes everything. It didn't last. Patchy on the grass by early afternoon, wet and dark again by evening.

I went to the park while it was still coming down. Nobody about. My prints, a dog walker's, that was it. The bench had a neat white cushion of snow on it. I didn't sit on it.

The heron was down by the water, standing in that stubborn way, ignoring the whole thing. Same heron as always, I've decided, though I can't know that. It let me get close, then decided I'd had enough of its time and lifted off low over the water.